Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-10-27

Eagle.n He crossed the road and looked
| through the window. The interior was
lit up and someone was visible, writing
at desk.
II wonder what keeps my colleague OF
the pen up, O. nights thought the young
stranger as he entered the office an6
walked ieisurely up to its occupant.
Chow are your" said he. 81 am Will
Dover of the New York Arbiter. Thought
I'd call and see how your noble bird is
flourishing."
The person writing was sandy-halred
freckle-faced, country boy. He looked
| upon Dover's arrival as providential.
"l'm glad to see your said he, heartily
s'I'm Bill Jones, an Pm left here to get
out the paper all alone. The editor il
down with the rheumatics, and the comp
has started off on tramp. The page
is short, bout three sticks. Say mister
will you write something to put in there
I've bin tryin' for three hours, an l can't
but I kin set it up"
Dover consented SO pleasantly that
the ink-stained face of his petitioner
beamed with smiles. He quickly wrote
report of the concert, bestowing lavish
prise upon ali that took part in it. OF
Penelope Vaughan, he wrote: "Those
who have only heard her singing inane
topical songs, or other 'burlesqne' ditties
cannot realize the depth of feeling she
displayed in the simple English song
For her own sake we advise her 90 give
up pink tights and devote her talents to
higher grade of performances"
"B'gum, I'm obliged to YER" said the
faithful neophyte, as Will finished. 81
get the form on the press tonight, an
kin XII ok off the hull edition by breakfast
time"
Will Dover walked slowly back to the
hotel, elated by the consciousness that he
had done good deed.
Many of the concert organizers were
assembled upon the porch of the Hemloeb
Inn on the following morning when Bill
Jones appeared, yelling in finished news
boy style: "Here's yer Eagle! Full ac-
count of the grand concerto Never did
journalistic enterprise meet with sui ok
er return. BilI's stock was soon out, and
he hurried back to the Office for new
supply.
The reading of the report created a
great sensation. penelope Vaughan, q
burlesque actress Scandalous!" A cho-
rus of Il told you so,' arose. The guests
gathered in large circle and all talked
at once.
Penelope, the Unconscious cause of all
this perturbation, was sitting within q
little boat-hOuse upon the shore of the
lake. At frequent intervals she glanced
along the road, for, although she would
not have confessed it, she was waiting fo1
Rev. Arthur Marvin.
Presently the saw him advancing rap.
idly toward the hotel. His appearance
alarmed her; he walked fast and at times
shook stout cane violently in the air
with fierce gesticulations. AS he came
nearer she saw he was in a violent rage
Beside him ran Bill Jones, the printers
boy.
Arthur stopped before the veranda
SIS Mr.. William Dover here?" he demand
ed. From where she sat within the
boat-nouse. Penelope could hear plainly
all that was said.
The ladies were eager to know what he
thought of the astounding information
| that had burst upon them that morning
so they ignored his question, and one OF
them ga id sweetIy: "We did not know we
were to'be honored by professional as
sistance last evening, Mr.. Marvin.
Arthur hit the ground savagely with
his cane. 81 have seen the statement in
! the village paper that Miss Vaughan is
an actress" said he. 81 brand it as a
base calumny. l assure all it is untrue, a
lying story. This boy tells mo it is the
fabrication of a young man stopping
here. Is he PRESENT."
No one responded to his demand
Dover, indeed, had ief4 in search of gayer
scenes on an early train.
Arthur had caught glimpse of we'll
known face near the windows of the boat
house, and he passed on toward it.
With his words still ringing in her ears
words that proved his faith in her-she
felt sickoning shamd as he came near.
She dreaded the interview; how hard her
story seemed to tell now!
AS he entered he was startled at the
paleness is her face, the panied look in
her eyes. "PeRelope," he said tenderly,
"do not grieve so. IT'S but silly lie,
after all, not serious matter"
arthur" she interrupted, her voice
sounding hash and strange, arthur, the
story is true. I am an actress. The art
L followed 1 learned with my mothers
help; it is our only support. + have
nothing else to confess, Lothing else to
conceal"
She paused, and then said, slowly
'Arthur, have deceived you. I should
have told you this long ago.
Will you forgive met"
Darling" said he, ''you stand upon
the parting of two roads, between which
you must choose. One leads to the old
life, the other, whittier? Shall we thread
together the new path? believe in you
love you. The soul within your eyes tell;
you are good and true. The past is gone
will you let me make your future?''
No need to question what her answer
was. Still, for fear some captious doub
ter might not be content, I reprint {
telegram that flashed over the wires mex
day to New York:
Mr.. George Garrick, Comet Theater:
I hereby resign from your company
and from the stage. Have written rea
sons. ADA ADAIR.
H. L. tzpatrick, in Savannah Times